A/n-Warning! Mentions of violence, blood, dead bodies, forced relationships and explicit smut. 

Life's a funny thing. And most unexpected too. When one is younger, they dream a list of things in their life they want to achieve but do they always tick their bucket list off? Never.

Seokjin too thought of his life that way when he was just a young lad with his hopes and innocent dreams of aspiration. He always wanted to be a part of the Korean military after looking up to his father who was once the senior officer of the armed forces before the man had to retire.

At the prime age of 33 now, Jin can confirm he hadn't exactly achieved his life goal of becoming a part of the military. But he is close enough, he settles.

Seokjin is one of the most regarded and sought after forensic scientists in Seoul, his popularity hitting the headlines of almost all news channels after he helped solve complicated investigations with the leading FBI team and police forces.

He is one of the smartest men, quick witted and a man who greatly values time. His team mates have always looked up to him as their role model while his seniors respect him for his hard work. Seokjin thrives on his success and it gives him immense satisfaction when he manages to guide his juniors on the right path.

Everyone loves him- It is hard not to when the man is just so down to earth, quiet and humble. Jin has the sweetest smile that melts everyone's heart at first sight. A voice so calm and soothing, he has never once raised his voice when in frustration or in anger. Jin likes to keep his peace and quiet.

He is a very hardworking man, no doubt. Everyone in the forensics department look up to him in awe as days pass by and the man just sits in his lab, analyzing every minute details of the crime scene, not leaving a single clue untouched. Jin sometimes gets too involved with the case files that he forgets to go back home. Hell, sometimes his colleagues wonder whether he ever does, judging by the expensive sofa he had placed in his personal laboratory.

Jin buys his teammates snacks and encourages them at every step, provides insights on how his father had always been his role model and his mother a strong support. But sadly, they had passed away in a car accident not just too long ago. The man is still grieving the loss of his parents.

The forensic head department in Seoul is where the elite scientists have their posts. And Jin is one of them. He joined in at a tender age of 23 after he had completed his masters. He outshone his peers with his hard work and passion.

The man could never have any flaws, his teammates often wondered. Jin literally had everything any parent would want as their son, any man or woman would want as their partner and any child would want as their father. With a face sculpted by God's bare hands, Seokjin could have easily had it all in his hands if he had invested his looks for the opportunities. But he didn't. He studied hard to become what he is today.

Jin looks...innocent. It is the closest, most appropriate adjective one can give to describe the man. Standing at 179cm, with a lean body, ocean wide shoulders that taper down to a sinful tiny waist, his body alone could destroy most people. Let alone his face- beautiful doe eyes, strong manly eyebrows, soft rosy pale cheeks and fluffy brown hair. His plump lips probably have a different fandom altogether.

Seokjin is not talkative. He only talks when he needs to or is addressed to. The closest thing he had ever talked about his personal life was about his parents. Other than that, no one has a single clue what goes on in his daily life outside his work area. Where the man lives, what he does in the weekends, any partners...nothing. No one knows anything and after a certain point of time, they have stopped questioning altogether, getting the hint that they will never get any answers from the man himself. Thus, respecting his privacy, they keep quiet. If Seokjin doesn't want someone to know something, the fact will go along with him to his grave. That is how careful he is.

And the fact that no one will ever know that a perfect man like Jin actually has one of the most fucked up lives in this lifetime.

That he was once a father to a 5-year-old, that once he was married to the love of his life and that now, he's actually a target for the raging mafia clan in Seoul.

The drive to his home from work is pretty long but it's calm. Driving on smooth quiet roads became a source of therapy for Jin. No traffic, no blaring sunlight and no crowds. With one hand on the steering wheel of his black Mercedes, Seokjin let out a tired and frustrated sigh.

As a forensic scientist, it is his job to discover anything unusual from the evidences provided so that they can be used as leads to solve cases. Fingerprints, time of death, the murder weapons used etc are the first step to solving any case. But today has been really, really disturbing.

Work's tough lately. The cases have been piling up on his desk and he wasn't able to find any solid lead with which the case can actually move on. And as if his day couldn't get any better, earlier this morning, a load of 10 unidentifiable bodies were registered under his name and if anyone saw his flabbergasted face, no one mentioned it.

Jin's assistants and students he's guiding too stood there mortified at the sight of so many bodies at once. The officer in charge mentioned that there was a casualty in an underground club and these victims were all present during a raging crossfire. Just when he completed briefing Jin about the incidents, more boxes were brought in by his staff who were called in at the crime scene.

"These are some of the evidences found. Please give me the reports as soon as possible, it will be of really big help since time's a factor. I have the highest suspicion it's the fucking Kim clan...ah excuse me for my language but as you can see, we've been working on their case for the last 5 years and till date they are roaming free. How do they manage all this? In broad daylight, they commit crimes and they ever so cleverly remove all possible evidences and clues. Just how? I am not going to retire until and unless I drag them by their collars and throw them in the most rotting prisons in Seoul. These scums deserve nothing but death." The senior officer spat, anger and disgust evident in his voice.

Seokjin maintained his calm façade.

But he cannot help the shiver that ran down his spine at the mention of the Kim clan, the Kim Mafia that has been ruling Seoul and other districts and till date no one has been able to catch hold of the gang. No one knows how many members are there in the mafia, what they look like, what their goals are, and what are they trying to prove, if not dominance?

The most basic knowledge known about the mafia is that they have an international drug trade business followed by illegal smuggling of ammunitions and weapons. But where their location is, their warehouses, who their business partners are...not one clue has been found.

He gave an uncertain nod to the police officer who did not question his lack of confidence but instead gave an encouraging pat on his back before retreating with his team.

It was dead silent for a moment before one of Jin's students came by his side and hesitantly asked his teacher, "Do we... start with this one doctor? What about the murder case we're working on currently?"

Seokjin wiped the sweat that formed on his exposed temple with his very neat handkerchief and pushed back his glasses to look at his pupil, "Um, you guys can continue with the autopsy of the woman, I'll go over these briefly"

"Alone?" Right, there is so much to do and he definitely cannot do it alone.

But for now, he has to. Curiosity always gets the best of him... and maybe sometimes the worst.

"I'll just have a brief look over all the evidences. For the autopsy, I'll call a team in. Please continue with what we had originally scheduled. Cannot delay on any one of them"

"Yes doctor"

Smoothening the non-existent creases on his lab coat, Jin asked two of his staffs to shift the bodies and the boxes to his personal laboratory. No sooner did they leave, Seokjin hastily locked himself in his soundproof laboratory and he cursed himself when his hands won't stop shaking out of sheer nerves. New cases always stressed him out and he likes to think it's because of the excitement of solving something new. He has been stuck up with the recent cases and Jin was frustrated enough.

Maybe this can lift his spirits up a little.

It was freezing cold inside the lab considering the air conditioner was blasting but Jin was sweating profusely.

The Kim clan.

This name has always highly disturbed Jin. Not because he's scared of them... but because of the immense hatred he harbors for them.

After he put on his white rubber gloves and his mask on, he sanitized the whole room before he went over to the bodies first.

The primary thing he observed was that they were all men ranging from the ages of probably 20s to mid-30s. The police officers earlier had collected everything that were found on their bodies and had them sent to another forensics department to analyze them.

Jin puckered up his lips, deep in his thoughts as he observed the body closest to him. A young boy. He looks too young to be here. No one deserves to die in such a brutal manner- the boy had an open bullet wound right at the center of his temple, the blood all dried and the bullet still visible as it was lodged in between the broken red skin.

Similarly, all the other bodies had bullet wounds either on their chests or on the side of their heads. Whoever managed to shoot them had only one thing in mind- to finish them off. There could have been no chance for their survival and Jin mentally admired their skills.

Having removed all the soiled clothing on the dead bodies, he packed them safely into sterilized packets which were to be examined later. Now, on to the next part.

The room had already started to stink a bit with all the decaying bodies around even though the ventilation was functioning. But Jin is used to it. These trivial matters do not bother him anymore.

On a closer inspection, Jin saw that there were just so many things in common with all the bodies.

All the bodies have shown signs of having consumed drugs. They all were sexually active. They all were physically well built- as in they look as if they have undergone proper hardcore physical trainings.

The bodies also had signs of abuse. Terrible abuse.

Ranging from whip marks to burn marks, acid attacks and bruises all over their bodies, Jin couldn't help the dry swallow that chocked his throat. With his heart thundering against his chest, Jin let his fingertips run over every intricate bruise delicately, as if with one touch, everything will shatter.

Is this what happens in the mafia? And Jin doesn't even want to know what happens to the ones who betray the Kim mafia. Death is probably the easiest option because over the years, Jin had to witness human carcasses which have been dismembered in the worst ways possible.

Is it safe to assume that these people, if they belong to the mafia, were just working under them? They just happened to be victims under circumstance?

How long Jin has been in the lab, he did not know, but when the buzzer to his lab rang, his concentration broke and he looked up to his wall clock. Damn he had spent 4 hours straight in the lab. After informing his secretary that yes, he was alive, he saved all his observations on his laptop. And when Jin was about to leave his lab, something suddenly caught his eye.

Stalking closer to that one body at the extreme end, he let his gloved +fingertips ghost over the man's nape.

The skin...seemed odd in that region. The patch was a shade darker and it looked bumpy. As if...it was grafted.

Quirking his eyebrows, Jin went over to study all the remaining 9 bodies and surprisingly they all had the same thick patch of unwanted skin grafted over their nape. The patch was not at all big, hardly 1 inch squared.

Picking his surgical knife up, Jin ever so carefully cut open the skin and just like he had expected, no blood oozed out. How could any blood ooze out when practically a small skin layer was literally stitched over their own healthy ones.

The skin layer was peeled off with precision so that there was no damage done to the layer below. And that's when Jin gasped.

Underneath the grafted skin layer lay a tattoo.

Or more specifically a tattoo that looks like a fucking QR code. Something that can be scanned by the phone.

Although Jin felt extremely nervous and jittery at the massive reveal, he kept his calm and managed to not shake his hands. With years of practice and discipline, his hands have mastered the art of being extremely precise and intricate.

Should he investigate further?

His curiosity was killing him. This could be a massive breakthrough.

Fixing his glasses once again, Jin wondered whether there were any other unusual tattoos on the bodies. Letting his eyes wonder ever so carefully over their bodies, Jin went on to study the tattoo sleaves the men bore on their right arms.

Now that he thinks about it, the tattoo sleaves have a theme.

They all had the gore versions of tigers, vampires and horrifying mannequins painted all over their skin. Why would anyone want this? What meaning do they hold?

And why do they look...awfully familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere.

Clicking clear pictures of the tattoos and the QR code, Jin let out a shaky breath. It was too much

information to swallow all at once. These men...were treated nothing like humans. They were objects. The mafia is a place where no one is forgiven. It is cruel and unmerciful.

Jin doesn't usually take in cases like these, always choosing to stay away from the mafia. But in the recent 5 years, his hatred for them only fueled his revenge.

They took his son away from him, his husband away from him.

They both were innocent victims of a crossfire that had happened at a café. Seokjin was on duty so he was in his laboratory. His late husband was a criminal lawyer. His 5-year-old son had just finished his school and his husband had volunteered to pick their baby up.

Had Jin known that, that day he was going to lose his whole family, he would have never let his husband pick their son up. It was his turn to pick him up that day from school. He had failed his duty as a father as well as a husband and it cost him his family.

It broke every thing in him to personally bury his whole life six feet under.

No one knows about this. And this will go to the grave with him.

That day, when he was at the crime scene crying his lungs out underneath a black mask, his eyes had met coincidentally with the ones of a sharp feline orbs that bore holes into his skull. But Jin was too devasted to care. He for the first two years after their unfortunate demise had blocked everyone from his life. First had come the denial. Then came the acceptance and pain. And finally came the fuel for revenge. Jin was bloodthirsty. But as a loyal citizen of the country, he'd do everything legally to have the mafia who killed his family put behind bars.

That is why every time any case that came to the forensics department belonged under this specific case, he always had them transferred under his care. His teammates always confused his excitement and bloodthirstiness to hesitance and fear. Jin never wore his feelings and emotions up his sleeves because they make a man weak. No one can be trusted in this cruel world.

Rubbing his aching temple, Jin closed his eyes as he fought back his tears. It's been five years but it still feels like yesterday when he lost the love of his life and his darling baby. The diamond ring hung around his neck tagged along a thin silver necklace felt heavy.

Turning his phone off, Jin exited his lab and instructed his assistants to pack everything up for the day. Tomorrow they'd begin with the autopsy.

The day's been exhausting and Jin just wanted to drown his worries away. Heaving a frustrated sigh, Jin parked his car at the side of the dark lonely highway.

The tattoos.

They were highly bothering him because he has fucking seen them somewhere. The memory is just behind his eyes and the words on the tip of his tongue but he's not able to verbalize where he had seen them.

Turning the car's engine off, he lifted his hips up a little to reach down and flip his phone out from his back pocket.

Browsing through his gallery, his fingers hovered over the pictures he had clicked of the tattoos.

No matter how much he looked at them, his memory seemed to fog up even more.

And just as he was about to shut his phone off, his mobile buzzed and a small genuine smile lit his face.

It was Jimin, a young guy he had met around 5 years ago at the dog café Jin had started visiting to help soothe his pain at the immense loss. Jimin is a young 30 year old barista with the sweetest of smiles and a voice so captivating. He became a good friend of Jin's. As well as a man named Jungkook, who claimed himself to be a professional gamer. He was Jimin's best friend. Jungkook was a fresh breath of air. He was competitive and never let their age gap come in between. Although Jin was the tallest, Jimin overpowered with his intimidating and dominating aura and Jungkook was just pure muscle. Both were men who took no bullshit. Just how their friendship began, Jin had literally no idea but now they are good friends he likes to believe. Together they became a group of three close friends. Jungkook even named their Kakao group chat as JinMinKook.

They were cheerful, happy go lucky men who just loved to live their life. They were awfully daring and never ever back down from any challenge. Friday nights were scheduled to be chaotic movie nights at each other's homes. Jin often taught them how to cook because they couldn't cook to save their lives. Apart from the fact that both of them come from Busan, Jin doesn't really know anything about them. Nor was he ever inquisitive since he did the same thing with them. He never told them about his strict upbringing, his homophobic parents and how he left his life behind, how he met the love of his life, how they adopted their baby and then the most devastating time of his life when he had lost it all. The present and future is all that matters.

Picking the phone up, Jin cleared his throat a bit, "Ah Jimin-ah, remembering your hyung at this hour?"

"Hyung, where are you?" Although there was nothing objectively wrong with his voice, Jin couldn't help the furrow of his eyebrows. No hi hyung, how are you?

Huffing a small laugh, Jin said, "Going home as usual from work. Why? Is everything okay?"

"Come back home as soon as possible" Jin being shocked was an understatement. Jimin had never once used such formal speech with him ever.

"E-Excuse me?" Jin couldn't help the stutter.

"I want you back home Seokjin"

Anger built up within Jin, "Okay I don't know what the fuck is wrong with you but you're being unnecessarily rude. What's got you so stuck up?"

"Hyung" the voice was cold and if Jin didn't look into it so much, it felt as if it was borderline threatening.

"It's finally time hyung"

Seokjin couldn't help the growl that escaped his throat, "What is wrong with you today? You know I hate it when you talk around in circles"

A laugh echoed through the silence that made Jin's stomach churn. It sounded just so evil. This was so unnerving because this wasn't the Jimin he knew.

"Aren't you so clueless hyung. Earlier it used to irritate the fuck out of me but now? I fucking love it. Makes the chase even more worth it"

Jin's hands were shaking. Something is terribly wrong, " Jimin?"

"The pictures you clicked today- "Jin's eyes widened in horror as Jimin continued, " The tattoos. Where did you see them hyung? Or more specifically, on whom, Kim Seokjin?"

It is as if ice water had been poured all over his body.

Jimin, Park Jimin, he had the tattoo of the bloodied disfigured mannequins on his right arm. And Jeon Jungkook had the tattoos of the vampires. They always kept them hidden and just once by accident Jin had seen them bare when their sleeves were rolled over their forearms. When he had asked them about it, the weird smile they had given him, that time he had brushed it off, but now? It's as if all the blood had drained away from his body at the memory.

"You were never after us hyung because we were always beside you. Even when you think you are alone, trust me hyung, you never were" Jimin whispered, voice barely audible but it was enough to destroy Jin from within.

"I was the one who shot your beloved husband baby. He knew too much. He had too much evidence against us. Your son was just in between" This time it was Jungkook who whispered.

Jin croaked out in devastation and the betrayal, "J-Jungkook? Why, how? No no, it can't be- " To form any decent coherent sentences became a task.

"Oh baby, does the truth hurt? Does it make you want to tear your skin and bleed till you can breathe no more? Can you even breathe right now?" Jungkook mocked, voice so venomous and Jin could visibly see the smile from the other side of the phone.

The same smile Jin often teased him for now was starting to haunt him.

Jungkook knows about Jin's panic episodes and it is highly disturbing for Jin because he never told them once about them.

With his other phone, the work phone, Jin tried to dial the police with a tremoring hand but Jimin stopped him, "Calling the police hyung? How childish" He laughed as if it was another dad joke Jin had cracked.

"Both your phones are hacked my love. You can't call anyone unless we allow"

As if the day could get any worse, Jin couldn't help how he dropped his phone with a thud from his hand as if they burnt him.

The speaker was on, so Jimin's voice boomed loud and clear within the car, "Jungkook is no gamer, he's our clan's most renowned hacker hyung. How else do you think all the evidences vanish hyung?"

"And as for me, I'm the second in charge of my boss or as you all have termed him, the Tiger. Such a petty name you guys have given him if you ask me. " he clicked his tongue in distaste.

Jin could not simply breathe. The car, the closed windows, everything felt as if they were closing in on him, choking him. His heart had now rose to hammer against his throat which were constricting by every passing second.

"Can't breathe baby? Poor thing tch tch" Jungkook's voice was deep, evil.

It took the older forever to stabilize himself as he miserably held onto his wedding ring to calm down. Building up all the rage from within, Seokjin lifelessly stared into the dark horizon, "Why now?" He doesn't think they heard him from the brief silence from the other side of the phone and when he was about to force his baren throat to speak again, Jungkook spoke, "You know too much Seokjin"

"And? Isn't it my fucking job to find everything!" Jin sneered, "You took away my family, you knew everything all along and you had the fucking audacity to come near me. Then you must also know how much I crave your blood?" Jin had lost it but he knows he now has nothing to lose.

"Fuck, I'm hard" Jin heard Jimin whisper and disgust coiled through his veins. Just how fucked up and messed up were these men?

"Yeah hyung? You want our blood? Want to avenge your husband and baby's death? Do want to torture us before killing us, we begging at your mercy? Fuck hyung, you have no idea how long we had to hold ourselves back from lunging at you. We will fulfil all your wishes today baby"

"You guys are fucking filthy bastards. The lowest scum of the society" Jin seethed as tears pooled in his eyes, "tell me why didn't you kill me then? Wouldn't it have made your life easier?"

"Then where's the fun hyung? We had initially wanted to kill you as well but you were just so pure, so innocent yet so smart, we couldn't bring it in us to kill you then and there. We thrive on your fear, on your anger, on your pain. We were just waiting for the right moment and the time has finally come. We don't sit around and wait hyung. Remember to always watch your back." Jimin sneered and before Jin could say anything, a bright light shone from behind Jin's car.

And that's when Jin knew he was done for.

Seokjin was just so immersed in the conversation and his reeling emotion, he failed to notice the black BMW that had parked right behind him.

And in that car sat Jimin on the passenger's seat while Jungkook sat on the driver's seat, both wearing an all-black outfit and their faces covered with black masks.

But those eyes can never hide.

The very same eyes that were once so innocent and cheerful now held malice, anger, excitement and if Jin is not mistaken, lust.

"Boo" Jimin whispered before their engines roared back to life.

Jin practically threw his phone away before he started his Mercedes out of sheer panic. The tires screeched as he pressed onto the accelerator hard, the speeds picking up rapidly as he raged through the roads, uncaring of the cars that honked at him for speeding by. And just as he had expected, Jimin and Jungkook were hot on their wheels, and it scared Jin to see them so relaxed. As if they were telling him that no matter what he does or where he goes, he can never escape them.

And that he belongs to them.

"You can't run away from us hyung. Surrender to us. We promise to make it as less painful for you as possible" Jimin sweetly sang but there was nothing sweet in the malicious threat he just dropped on Jin. It was obvious that they weren't going to kill him. Oh boy not so easily. Jin shuddered as he vividly started to recall all the dismembered bodies he had to perform autopsy on years back. He had a feeling he was going to be next in line.

But Jin knows he has nothing to lose anymore.

Call it foolery or bravery, Jin picked up the phone with his free hand and he looked straight into the rare mirror and snarled at them, "Fuck off bastards"

With that he cut the call and threw his phone haphazardly somewhere beside him, he doesn't have it in him to care.

Driving was another skill of Jin, a passion of his. But never had he faced any situation that required him to rash drive...but today just might be the day.

An ugly sob escaped his throat, something akin to a whimper. The pain in his heart was unbearable. The betrayal stabs deep inside. They are just so cruel. Jin laughs at his miserable state- he wonders pathetically that everyday they must have laughed at his obliviousness, at his innocence. Every day they fed off his pain although he had never told them about his personal life but how ironic, they knew all along. Of course, they did- Jungkook was the one who personally shot his beloved husband mercilessly, the poor man who was just doing his job honestly as a good citizen. How could they smile at him so innocently as if they did not kill thousands of people? How could they hug and cuddle him as if they did not ruin his whole life?

Seokjin pondered over and he quickly narrowed down to one idea- he had only one option and that was going over to his cousin's who was out of station at the moment. But before that he had to do two things. From his work phone, Jin saved all important evidences and files to his cloud which he hopes isn't hacked yet but who was he kidding. He then drew his windows down and with trembling hands threw both his mobiles outside. Now his location cannot be traced.

Seokjin fails to think calmly- not when his death is impending, he can vividly feel it just a breath away. He can taste the blood that filled his mouth as he bit his tongue unintentionally. But the pain felt numb.

Betrayal is the worst feeling ever. It kills Jin from the inside. 5 years of friendship, all for nothing. They used him, stalked him, mocked him all the while he innocently thought he could finally grow out of his depression with their help. Everything they did were planned and fake. All the innocent smiles and genuine hugs, all were fake.

Jin wants to scream for help but who was going to help him in the middle of the night? He was brutally cornered. Jin could either surrender to them or fight back.

Jin is not going down without a fight.

Raging through the empty highway, Jin saw a chance and took an abrupt U-turn making Jungkook speed by him as he was unable to comprehend this sudden move of Jin's. With a newfound confidence Jin pressed down on the accelerator and raced through the isolated roads. And not before long, after a few more twists and turns to confuse the duo, he drove into a shortcut into the woods which he knew by heart because it led to his cousin's house.

Not wasting any time, he parked his car behind the thick trees. It was 3 in the morning and light was scarce, plus his car was black in color. Hopefully his car will not be visible.

Not bothering to lock his door, Jin rushed into his cousin's house, the keys left underneath the mat which was very typical of his cousin. The first thing Seokjin did was lock all doors and close all windows. Although his muscles were screaming out in exhaustion and his lungs struggled to breathe, the adrenaline to save his life was pumping vigorously through his blood.

When he entered the guest room, he closed that door as well and haphazardly rushed to drag the almost empty almirah to shove it in front of the door.

And then, it was silent.

Painfully silent.

Jin's heart was thundering against his chest so loud that he was afraid people could actually hear him. His chest heaved in quick succession as he tried to calm his nerves down. He clamped his mouth shut tightly with his sweaty palms and he squeezed his eyes shut, a small part wishing this was all a fucked up dream.

Seokjin was hungry, he was thirsty, he was dizzy and tired. Why was this all happening to him? It was still hard to believe that the most ruthless mafia clan was after him.

With his eyes adamantly strained on the door to his room, Jin quietly started to back up, small step by step. The floor was carpeted and thus no sound was produced.

"Did I lose them?" Jin whispered, voice hoarse from not drinking water for so long. He stood there, stiff as a log for more than 10 minutes. No car came in the driveway and no one was in the house, Jin was sure of it.

A small hope bloomed in his heart as he looked around the dark room and he spotted the landline phone. Practically fleeing by the bedside, with trembling hands, he picked the phone up and dialed the police and he placed the phone to his ear, hoping to hear the familiar ring.

He waited.

And waited...

But nothing came.

Not a single sound.

Seokjin opened his eyes he never knew he had closed as he looked in the darkness in front of him. He slowly traced down the landline's wire with the ghost of his fingertips and just like he had expected...it was cut.

And that was when he felt a warm breath on his nape, the hair on his neck rising in alarm but Jin couldn't move. His body stayed glued to the floor, limbs paralyzed as the landline fell from his grasp.

"Took you long enough Kim Seokjin"

Seokjin dead on whimpered at the deep baritone voice that practically sneered very, very close to his red flushed ear. This was it. He had finally entered the tiger's den unknowingly, waiting to be preyed on by the tiger's claws.

Seokjin was practically trembling with fear but he breathed in deeply through his mouth, his plush lips forming a small 'o'. He had to do something. Seokjin refuses to give up, not without a fight. The betrayal still stung and the pain of losing his family because of these malicious beasts will never go away. Clutching on to the landline once again, he whipped around so suddenly that it barely gave the man standing behind any time to react and Jin swung the hard phone on the man's head, he felt utterly satisfied to hear the painful yelp that escaped the man. He then proceeded to kick the man in his abdomen, which although was weak since the man barely budged but it gave him enough time to open the windows to jump out off. He failed to notice the amusement swimming in the man's eyes.

Rolling on the dirt ground, Jin was about to get up when he was kicked harshly back on to the ground out of nowhere and the man couldn't help the painful groan that escaped his throat as he clutched his stomach in a fetal position. His glasses fell off his face and judging by the sound of glass crunching, he knew his glasses were gone for good.

So much was happening in such a short period of time but when a sharp knife plunged into his outer thighs, that was when all his senses came to life...or rather into fire.

Blood spurted out from the gushing wound as Jin openly screamed his lungs out in agony, his vocal cords straining to the point they hurt but nothing compared to the fire that burnt his legs. It felt as if someone had poured burning lava over his bare skin, the pain was simply unbearable.

The man held his left thigh in agonizing pain as he looked up with teary bloodshot eyes at the menacing hungry looks of Jimin, Jungkook and the third man.

He miserably tried to scooch back, soft hands rubbing against the cold sharp rocks which lay scattered on the frosty ground, practically crawling as the three men loomed over his trembling quivering body. The wolves have finally cornered the helpless wounded lamb.

The third man looked nothing but rich. Filthy rich. He wore a sleek black button up shirt that had the first two buttons open revealing his tanned copper skin and prominent collar bones. His sleeves were rolled up to reveal his manly firm forearms which had multiple angry veins popping up, forming an intricate map. He wore silver dangling earrings on both his ears and his wrists adorned multiple gold and diamond bracelets. And on his thick sweaty neck, the man wore a necklace that had the tiger logo.

The same logo that had been tattooed on all those victims that were brought into Jin's lab.

That was when the realization set in. The blood curdling recognition.

"T-Tiger" Jin whispered brokenly, tears spilling out his eyes as pure terror encapsuled his body. Never in his life had he ever thought he would come face to face with the devil himself. This was not supposed to happen. His years of work which he had worked on with diligence and utmost honesty went all to vain. Turns out they were always ten steps ahead in their planning than the Seoul FBI and police forces.

The third man smiled, blood dripping from the corner of his head where Jin had hit him hard. The blood dripped down the man's nose, to his lips and he crazily licked the fluid in, his once pearly white teeth now staining red. The moonlight was the only source of light and the fact that Jin couldn't see them clearly made the situation even more terrifying.

The man stalked forward with heavy steps, the black boots crunching the stray twigs that lay on the cold ground and Jin tried his best to increase the distance between them miserably and before long, he was crouching down so close, their noses almost touched. Seokjin let out a wail when the man grabbed at his hair harshly and tugged his head backwards so that Jin's thick neck was exposed.

"I'm Kim Taehyung. Remember this name because you will be screaming it tonight" He chuckled maniacally, as he was enjoying every bit of Jin's pain.

"I initially had the plan to just simply kill you like I had with your beloved hubby. But when I had sent people after you to gather information, you just managed to blow my mind out."

Jin cried when he felt wet cold lips attach to the base of his throat, just below his Adam's apple. This position was too vulnerable for Jin.

"When I saw your photos, you fucking blew my mind. I have never met a man so beautiful in my life. Not even the women in the whorehouse can match your beauty. So fucking beautiful. And to top that you're so smart and educated. Just what I need. Over the years my obsession over you just grew. I know everything about you baby, every fucking thing. From your childhood, to your personal life, all your relatives, everything. I sent my beloved partners to lure you in so that they can keep an eye out on you." Taehyung latched onto the bump on Seokjin's throat as he gently sucked on the warm skin, relishing every whimper that escaped the porcelain throat.

"Please let me go, please please, I'll do anything but don't kill me" Jin cried as he tried to push at the firm chest that was looming over his injured body but to no avail. Blood stained the expensive Gucci shirt and it only served to turn all the three men on.

Large course hands grabbed his small face and that was the first time Jin got to see Taehyung's face up so close. Feline orbs glared right at him, gaze not once wavering. It was so intense it made Jin look down in submission but he whimpered when his face was pulled up painfully to redirect their eye contact. With a chiseled face and a straight nose, the man was undeniably very intimidatingly handsome, one eye was a mono-lid while the other was a double lid and his thick lips were pulled back in a maniacal grin. This man screamed nothing but pure evil. He is ruthless, unmerciful, and cruel in the worst ways possible.

"Beautiful and all ours"

Jin shook his head no, fresh tears spilling over his red cheeks which the monster stooped closer to lick at and it made Jin recoil in sheer disgust, "Let me go! Let me go!" He screamed as he tried to claw at Taehyung's face with his bloodied fingers.

No one budged a single inch and they waited till Jin tired himself from all the fighting, enjoying every second as his energy drained away from his body, till his voice broke into painful whimpers. Even talking now hurt.

Jungkook stalked forward and Jin whimpered at the boy looming over them. The youngest was practically drooling. He brought put a large handkerchief and bent down beside Taehyung to tie a tight knot over the stab wound on Jin's thighs.

"I have been waiting for this moment for too long hyung and now no one can stop us from making you ours." Having said that, he scooped Jin into his arms as if he weighed nothing making the oldest yelp out in protest. Jin tried his best to squirm his way out of his hold, but everything hurt. From his limbs, to the stab wound on his thigh that was still bleeding profusely. His eyesight blurred for a moment and for a second everything felt as if they were rotating. He was dizzy and mad exhausted, both mentally and physically.

Seokjin was unceremoniously thrown over the bed, his body bouncing a little at the throw. Mustering up enough strength, Jin tried to sit upright on his elbows to have a look at the three men who were watching him as if he was food for the wolves who have not eaten for months.

These men were going to ruin him in his own cousin's bedroom as if them forcing him wasn't already enough fucked up.

Gently shaking his head, he tried to plead once again, but this time the request is different, "Kill me but don't touch me please. Not like that. I don't want this" he hiccupped at the sobs that left his mouth.

"Doctor nim thinks he has a choice, how naïve" Jungkook sighed as if Jin was the one making things difficult and not them.

"Even his cries are fucking pretty, fuck" Jimin whispered as he licked his luscious pink lips which were pulled up to a grin, lustful eyes raking over the man's slender beautiful body. Jin had the body every man would want. A wide shoulder, a darling waist, long legs and a curvy hip. He is mouthwatering.

They stalked forward slowly, enjoying how the eldest trembled under their watch.

Taehyung crawled in between Jin's legs and spread them forcefully open and with his large hands, he grabbed at Jin's delicate wrists, pinning them effortlessly on either side of his head.

"You will become my wife and our personal whore whether you like it or not, you have no choice. We will brand you and take you in my den. You will start a new life there with me. Death is just so easy love, where's the fun in that? I will show you what you are exactly worth"

Jin barely had any time to respond before Taehyung crashed their lips together into a tight and painful lip lock, tongue immediately making its way into Jin's mouth. Seokjin screamed with his eyes wide open but it was all muffled with how hungrily Taehyung was kissing him, almost as if he was eating the older alive. Taehyung's lips were warm and wet as they slotted against Jin's, sucking those plump lips into his mouth and biting them till they bled. The younger tasted of expensive wine and cigarettes and it made Jin want to puke but he could do nothing but take what Taehyung was forcing him to take. Saliva dripped down the sides of Jin's lips with how ravenously the younger was kissing him. It is as if Taehyung only breathed when his mouth is locked into Jin's.

While Taehyung feasted on Jin's plump lips, Jungkook and Jimin took the hurried initiative to strip all of them, not once bothering about the fresh wound on Jin's thigh that had the man wailing into the kiss which Taehyung gobbled up with his tongue shoved deep down in the oldest throat.

The duo drooled at the sight.

Seokjin is illegal to look at, that's how beautiful and pristine he looked. Long tender slim legs which were well maintained and the blood that dripped down his thighs made their mouth water. The thick red liquid looked sinful against the moon lit skin. Jin's thighs were struggling to close as Taehyung had lodged himself in between those thick pair. His chest was flushed pink and his brown nipples were nubbed and erect, begging to be bitten, sucked and abused by them. His collar bones were prominent and the trio wanted nothing but to adorn their weeping lover's body with the most expensive jewelry they owned.

Jimin's and Jungkook's vision broke when Taehyung grunted out in pain. There lay Jin with blood dripping from the corner of his abused lips, both the men heaving heavily. Seokjin glared at the three of them as he tried to sit up, then turning his head to the side to spit out the blood.

Jin's fear became more evident when he saw how Taehyung swiped his thumb against his bloodied lips and he maintained the intense eye contact with the older as he sucked his finger, moaning like a bitch in heat as saliva dripped down his forearms, "My little vixen happened to bite my tongue. Do you know the gravity of what you just did? I can just simply order my men to chop your tongue off and force you watch as we slice it and feed it to my other victims."

Jin knew he made a terrible mistake; he was done for. But what could he have done? The man had dropped all his solid weight on top of his own delicate one and it was suffocating. And shivers of disgust had raked through his body with the way Taehyung was devouring his mouth.

Jungkook chuckled as he stood up to bring his bag where he generally keeps his tools and weapons. Jin thought they were going to dismember him alive and he was terrified to the bone.

With great difficulty, he tried to make himself smaller and he folded his hands to beg, "Please, I'm sorry, let me go, I don't want to die. I'll do anything but don't kill me" He wailed pathetically, tears streaming down his face, some of the droplets falling on his naked thighs. To be ashamed that he was naked was the last thing on his mind, not when he could vividly see how they were going to kill him. He hated how calm they were while he was pleading and begging for mercy.

Jungkook neatly laid down a variety of knives, daggers, metal chains, metal handcuffs, nails and hammers, a sadistic glint glowing in his smile. Jimin had his eyes solely on Jin's horrified expressions and he loved every moment of it. He cooed as he ran his fingers through Jin's brown locks, laughing a little when he saw how violently Jin flinched at the touch. But before he could scurry off even further into the mattress, Jimin grabbed his hair forcefully making Jin cry out in pain, the older clutching onto the man's wrist in an attempt to free himself, "What do we do with you? We were keeping our promise, we said we will make it as less painful as possible if you just fucking listened to us. But you had to go your way. Now you can't really blame us for what is going to happen to you" Jin thrashed in his grip and he tried to calm himself down by taking in deep breaths. The last thing he wants is to have another panic attack.

Jimin leaned down to softly press his plush lips on Jin's exposed forehead, relishing the warmth that his skin radiated.

The elder's eyes flickered from Taehyung's expressionless face who was staring right back at him, to Jimin's malicious smile and finally to Jungkook who was caressing each of the sharp blades with his fingertips, smiling a little when it pricked his finger and a small drop of blood oozed out.

"Kook, hand me the blade" Taehyung's eyes never left Jin's trembling form as he extended his hand out in Jungkook's direction.

This was Jin's final breaking out.

"Listen to me please! P-Please don't do this to me, I'm so fucking sorry!" Violently the older cried as he fell forward in great pain, his bloodied fingers clutching onto Taehyung's thighs as he begged the mafia boss for mercy, "I'll do anything! I'll keep calm this time! Promise but don't hurt me!"

"Our doctor is crying tch tch" Jimin mocked as he ran his hands on Jin's exposed back, occasionally leaning down to lick at the sweat glistening milky white skin, relishing the goosebumps that erupted on his back. Jin's back is extremely attractive- From the wide shoulder to the fucking small waist and the firm muscles which occasionally twitched when Jimin let his nails scratch down his back.

"Please, please, don't hurt me" weak pleas escaped Jin's mouth, half of them slurred from the exhaustion and fear. It's as if his body was shutting itself down.

Taehyung basked in the elder's fear for a moment before he leaned down and grabbed Jin's chin gently, making the older look up to him with swollen doe eyes, tears streaming down from them, "You'll listen to what ever I say hyung?"

Jin searched Taehyung's eyes for something he doesn't know but after a while he resigns to his fate and nods, eyes closing shut as he hands over his life to them, "Yes, anything, but please don't-"

"Shh shh-"

Smearing blood over Jin's cheeks from his own mouth, Taehyung slotted their lips together into the gentlest kiss that had Jin sigh out in relief. The younger let out a guttural groan when he felt those addicting pair of plush lips of Seokjin's. They tasted of cherries and he realizes that this is something he could get addicted to. He can kiss Seokjin all the day long if he could. The best part is... he will because now that he has scared the older to his wits, he now has him wrapped on his fingertips.

When they parted with a string of saliva hanging in between their lips, Taehyung just nodded his head in Jimin's direction who smirked at the latter.

Jin kept on panting; mind fogged up at the complete reversal of Taehyung's character. And before he could come back to his senses, he let out an embarrassing squeak when Jungkook manhandled him to sit in between Taehyung's legs and spread his legs open unceremoniously.

Jin instinctively tried to save his dignity by closing his legs but he screamed out in agony when Jungkook dug his fingers into his stab wound as a warning of what would happen if Jin did not listen to them. Breathing out heavily to calm himself down, the older turned his face away in humiliation as he spread his legs apart. He tried his best to ignore the twitching hard length of Taehyung that poked his back. Jin tried to relax when Taehyung interlaced their fingers together and rested their hands on either side on his naked upper thighs.

"Beautiful everywhere aren't you sweetheart?" Jimin drooled as he watched shamelessly at the tight furled pink hole that clenched tightly at the cool air and the gorgeous pink cock that hung heavy and limp in between Jin's legs. The man was someone who maintained personal hygiene.

Jin tensed up when he felt Taehyung latch onto the sensitive patch of skin in the junction of his shoulder and neck, occasionally his warm tongue coming out to lap at the skin and teeth nibbling till tiny bruises bloomed on the flushed red skin. Seokjin couldn't help but painfully squeeze Taehyung's hands where they were interlocked when shivers of disgust and pleasure ran down his spine.

Jimin and Jungkook both drenched their fingers up with lube before leaning down to suck on Jin's inner thighs. Jungkook being a little more proactive, he kept on nibbling on the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, creating small nicks of pain that had Jin wincing every time. Taehyung on the other hand did not stop kissing Jin's swan neck, occasionally lapping at the warm shivering skin. He removed his right hand from Jin's tight grasp and started to feel his way up, starting from the older's taut abdomen and stomach, making Jin gasp out loud and arch his back so sinfully against Taehyung that it had all the three men groan at the sight.

"You're so delicate, fuck, look at his thighs hyung" Jungkook whined. It's true, Jin's skin is really delicate and soft to touch and hence it easily bruises. His inner thighs were now painted with red bruises all over.

"Jimin said you have sensitive nipples. Is it true baby? Men usually don't have sensitive chests unlike women." Taehyung rumbled as he now started to suck on Jin's flushed red ear lobes.

Seokjin glared at the said man who smirked at him, mouth lapping on Jin's navel area now; It was a foolish incident honestly. It was his birthday and he hadn't told his then new friends simply because he felt it was unimportant. But somehow later that day, after work, these two had showed up in front of his apartment with eyes of a kicked puppy. He got suspicious for a second but then they soothed him by saying that his birthday was mentioned in his facebook profile page. That day he not only received birthday bumps on his butt but Jimin thought it was fun to tease him, so out of nowhere, he grabbed Jin's chest and pinched his nipples. The sudden attack had Jin moaning out in pain and surprise. In the flow of scolding them, he remembers mentioning them that he has really sensitive nipples.

And now he regrets ever telling them.

Jungkook chirps and he hovers over Jin with a crazed hungry look in his eyes.

"You may not be a woman but damn hyung" He muttered as he lowered himself on the older's chest and he latched onto the perky nubs that were begging to be sucked.

Seokjin cried out in pleasure, pain, disgust, everything. He doesn't remember the last time someone had touched him there, his husband being the last one to ever indulge him in that pleasure. Sure he has had one night stands, although scarce, but those men never really focused on Jin's chest.

And if that was not enough, Jin choked on his breath when two very different fingers penetrated his hole at once.

"Nngh, no please, h-hurts, bring them out!" Jin wailed as he tried to thrash around, but Taehyung's vice grip and Jungkook's heavy body weight had him pinned down. He could do nothing but take what was given to him.

"Tight as a virgin, fuck" Jungkook panted as he kept on viciously feasting on Jin's nipples and chest making them drenched in saliva. The nubs were now terribly tender and sensitive, blotched red and soft.

Jin whined helplessly- They were just getting started and it felt like he was running a marathon. The touches were way too intimate for his liking and it was starting to make his mind hazy from the tormenting pleasure. He didn't know whether he wanted to run towards it or away from it.

The duo kept of plundering their fingers in and out of Jin's hole, stretching the tight ring of muscles and occasionally curling their fingers to scrape against the sensitive velvety walls. None of them paid heed to Jin's pleads of leaving him alone, instead focusing on his pleasure and torment.

Jungkook being the wild guy he is plunged in another two of his fingers without a warning making Jin do something he never thought could happen- Jin came dry.

Jin hated how his own body was betraying him, succumbing slowly to the painful pleasure that was being indulged on to him.

Taehyung let out an inhuman growl at the sight of Jin's post orgasmic face, "He's been stretched enough, get off him. I need to take him right now"

Both Jimin and Jungkook scrambled off Jin, giving the latter a moment to breathe freely. But the freedom was short lived when he was forced onto his back and his thighs were grabbed by large calloused hands.

Taehyung hovered over Jin's abused flushed red body- Planting a wet kiss on Jin's cheek, he grabbed his insanely hard member and pumped it a few times to reveal the blunt head of his cock. Making eye contact with Jin's devastated ones, he bit his lips as he slowly pushed in, making sure the older felt every inch of his girth that was being fed into his hole.

Jin gasped helplessly as the thick head of Taehyung's cock penetrated the initial tight ring of muscles, his hole automatically clenching at the unwanted intrusion but it only served to fuel Taehyung's hunger making the latter snap his hips forward, his cock now fully sheathed in the tight hole.

"Fuck!" Jin screamed out as the hard member now directly jabbed against his sensitive prostrate.

"Look at me hyung" Taehyung mumbled darkly, his lips not once leaving Jin's cheeks, which were busy planting wet kisses all over the soft flushed skin.

And when those innocent, teary, brown doe eyes met with the feline ones of Taehyung, the younger lost it all and started to plunge his cock in and out of Jin's hole, his hips not once stuttering. Every time Taehyung's cock bottomed out in the warm walls which sucked it in, it directly stabbed against the soft spongy bundle of nerves making Jin thrash on the bed at the burning overwhelming pleasure.

Tears spilled from the corner of his eyes which were licked up disgustingly by Jungkook. The youngest lapped up every inch of Jin's face which he had grabbed with his hands to prevent the older from shoving his face away. He kept on licking till his mouth latched onto Jin's inviting ones, the wetness of their plump lips now sliding against each other as Jungkook gobbled up every moan that escaped Jin's mouth.

Tongues now battled against each other, the older surrendering when he had no strength left in his body to fight back. He has had enough blood loss and now he is willing to surrender his body to them and let them have their way with him. Jungkook moaned out in pleasure as he sucked on Jin's warm tongue, his fingers, which had now travelled down to Jin's heaving chest, pinched the perky nipples, feeling the soft areola again harden against his fingers.

Jimin had been eyeing Jin's cock ever since he had stripped the older naked. And now he can finally do what he wanted to do.

Patting Taehyung's back, he ushered the younger to back off a little. Taehyung sat on his knees, his heavy cock still buried deep in Jin's red abused hole. He grabbed onto the slender legs and pulled them over his shoulders and he resumed his brutal thrusts that had the bed creaking from the force.

Jimin now lowered himself to lap at the weeping cockhead of Jin's- He knew the older loved drinking pineapple juice and he always imagined giving Jin a blowjob; His dream is coming true finally. It was as if the rubber band that was holding him back has now snapped, all restraints within him breaking.

Jin cried out when a warm inviting mouth gobbled up his painfully hard cock, his bloodied fingers grabbing onto the blond locks of Jimin's helplessly to pull the mouth off his cock. The pleasure was now unbearable.

The moonlit room was now filled with Jin's broken moans, Jimin's slurping, Jungkook's growling as he ravenously kissed the older and Taehyung's grunts. The sinful squelch of lube that escaped every time Taehyung bottomed out made Jin quiver away in utmost humiliation.

Jimin feasted on Jin's cock, loving the way it hit the back of his throat every time he bobbed his head down. He lapped on every protruding angry vein on his cock, loving the feeling of the heavy weight against his tongue.

Jin was in hell- he was fucking sure of it. Every inch of his body was on fire with the torturing onslaught of painful pleasure that had his mind reeling to the depths of the abyss. His toes curled in as Taehyung continuously hammered into his oversensitive hole. And the fact that the younger was sucking against his feet had him feeling utterly messed up.

"No one gets to see you like this except us hyung. We will declare war if anyone gets their hands on you" Jimin said, panting slightly, his red plump swollen lips pulled up in a sneer.

Jungkook broke the kiss with an obscene smack as he smiled menacingly down at a crying Jin, gently shushing the man although his words were entirely the opposite of being gentle, "Shh hyung. Jiminie is right. What do you think happened to those filthy men you had brought home? Hmm, ever wondered where they went? You're the only one that can make us lose our control. "

Jin's eyes widened in horror at the realization although the words remained unspoken.

Seeing the terror on Jin's face and the hard clench had Taehyung grunt out in pleasure, hips now thrusting in sloppily as he orgasmed, ropes of thick cum painting Jin's walls marking him up from the insides.

Jin gasped out loud at the warm liquid that shot against his abused walls, feeling ever so full and ever so disgusted when Taehyung pulled his softening cock back and cum dripped down the inside of Jin's thighs.

When the older tried to close his thighs in out of sheer humiliation, Jungkook being the brat he is grabbed the underside of his knees and forced them open as he shamelessly gaped at the cum dripping from the abused hole. With the tip of his fingers, he gathered some of the spill and pushed his finger in, him moaning at the squelch that had Jin close his eyes in shame at the licentious activity.

And if Jin thought his nightmare was over, he was terribly wrong.

Seokjin yelped out in discomfort when he was forced to lay on his side, his back facing Jimin and his chest almost stuck with the sweaty ones of Jungkook's had it not been for his hands which he had placed on the younger's very firm chest packs.

Leaning against Jin's ear, Jimin whispered hoarsely, "Now, it's our turn"

Not Jimin's, not Jungkook's...but 'ours'.

Seokjin's eyes widened in horror as he thrashed again violently, "No! No please, you will tear me apart! I have never done this! Ugh let me go!"

Jin turned his head to plead at Taehyung but one look at his eyes, he knew he was done for. Taehyung sat himself down on the couch opposite to the bed, thick thighs spread apart showcasing his impressive manhood. He had a cigarette lit in his mouth as he inhaled the toxic fumes, loving the way immediately his nerves tingled and he exhaled the smoke out. He wanted to paint the sight in front of him with his very own hands. The exhaled smoke adding a sinful effect at the sight.

Jungkook placed his hand over Jin's mouth, eyes glinting with lust and anger built over his frustrations. He now has lost all his control.

Both the men lying on either side of Jin grabbed Jin's thigh to expose his hole for Taehyung to see- Jungkook plunged into Jin's hole without a warning making Seokjin scream against his palm, eyes wide as saucers as tears spilled from them.

Having adjusted a bit, he waited impatiently for Jimin to guide his own impressive length into the already stuffed hole, the stretch now borderline unbearable for Jin; he knew he was sure to bleed. All his protest fell to deaf ears.

"We'll break you till you can't pick yourself up Seokjin. We'll mess you up so bad that you won't be able to think for yourself. You will need us for every fucking thing and I'll make sure that happens." Taehyung growled lowly at the sight of his lover getting manhandled by his best friends. But they were all waiting...

Waiting for Taehyung to give them the permission to ruin their doll.

Making eye contact with them, Taehyung snarled, "Tear him apart"

The blood curling scream that rang through the forest would have made people drop down in pain and agony if they had heard Seokjin.

"Ugh! Stop p-please...hurts" Seokjin's hips trembled as thick cocks were shoved deep into his ass, his walls clenching hard as Jungkook's cock hit against his sweet spot and the burning stretch of Jimin's cock splitting him apart. Feeling both lengths settle deep inside him sent jolts of overwhelming pleasure throughout his body making Seokjin arch his body in between both the men who had now latched onto his body, leaving no space in between. He felt suffocated with the way he was gripped onto and with how they rammed into his already spent body without no care.

Jin's hole was given absolutely no break; The moment Jungkook's monster cock escaped his hole, Jimin's thick girth slammed back in and when Jimin withdrew, Jungkook would pound in with such brutality, it made Jin blackout for a few seconds.

Occasionally, both cocks would thrust in together and it felt as if he couldn't breathe.

That was how full he felt.

Jimin used the dip of Jin's waist as leverage as he pounded into the tight wet heat, his face scrunched out in pure bliss and pleasure the tight hole had to provide. Jungkook on the other hand had now gripped Jin's nape to smash their faces together into an aggressive kiss, all teeth and tongue, as he thrusted his length into the warm heat, chasing his orgasm.

Seokjin was the perfect toy for them and he would make the perfect partner for Taehyung.

Seokjin couldn't form any coherent words anymore. His tongue lolled out on which the youngest suckled. His hands which were once gripping Jungkook's chest now lay lifelessly in between their bodies as he bounced on their cocks, just taking what was given to him.

"P-Please cum, fuck, fuck!" The older croaked out, his voice no more functional at this point. He just wanted this nightmare to be over as quick as possible.

Seokjin knew he was going to faint any moment, his body now beyond used and exhausted. With the remaining energy, he clenched hard onto the ramming cocks in him as hard as he could which made Jimin and Jungkook choke out at the impressively tight wet heat, their hips stuttering and within minutes they climaxed, both men groaning with their teeth clenched on either side of Jin's neck, biting hard till the skin almost broke. They stuffed and fed Jin's hole with so much come that no more could fit in. And that was when Seokjin weakly orgasmed, his heavy cock twitching as ropes of thick cum spurted out and splashed on Jungkook's face and chest, also some on his own chest. His poor body was on the edge for the past hour and he was entirely spent.

Seokjin was barely conscious when he was made to lie on his back. He tried to make eye contact with Taehyung who was already looking at him with so much fire, it had Jin whimpering in submission.

"You bastard, you came just by looking at your little wife getting railed by your best friends" Jimin snickered at Taehyung, the latter shrugging because what else was he supposed to do? Jin is every man's living wet dream.

Jungkook got up and searched the bathroom for spare towels while Jimin went to fetch a bowl of warm water to wipe Jin's sweat glistening body. Taehyung stood up in all his nude glory as he stalked the trembling, barely conscious man, like a predator who corners his prey.

But Jin had no more to give. He was done.

Lying beside Jin, he gathered the weakly sobbing man into his warm embrace, tucking the older's head into the crook of his neck, making both of them sigh at the gentle intimacy. No words were spoken as Jin was gently cleaned up by the other two men and they took their sweet time to treat Jin's stab wound.

Taehyung would occasionally place feather light kisses on Jin's sweaty forehead, peck his lips and sometimes kiss Jin's wet cheeks. Seokjin wanted to scream, wanted to burn them alive, wanted to just run. But he couldn't deny how his heart fluttered every time Taehyung kissed him softly and looked at him as if he was his world.

Seokjin would do anything to be not a part of his world.

But he isn't sure anymore because now he personally knows what these men are capable of.

After every one had dressed up in fresh clothes which Jungkook had brought, they all cuddled up to Jin, squishing the man in between. Taehyung was at the left edge of the bed where he had Jin tucked in his tight warm embrace. Jungkook had his arms wrapped around Jin's waist, his sturdy chest planted right on Jin's back. The older could feel the calm thumping of the 28-year-old. Jimin laid down on the right edge of the bed, his arms slung loosely over Jungkook's waist. If Seokjin had seen the two share an intimate soft kiss, he didn't mention anything because who was he to judge what goes on in their fucked up world.

Taehyung patted Jin's soft brown locks which lulled the man to sleep, "We'll get married tomorrow hyung and you can finally be mine" He whispered hoarsely into the darkness.

And a lone tear escaped Jin's eyes.